The fields from
Islington to
Marlybone
To primrose hill and
Saint john's wood
Were buried over
With pillars of gold
And there
Jerusalem's pillars
Stood
Her little-ones ran on
The fields
The lamb of God
Among them seen
And fair Jerusalem
His bride
Among the little
Meadows green
Pancrass and
Kentish-town repose
Among her golden
Pillars high
Among her golden
Arches which
Shine upon the starry
Sky
The Jews-harp-house
And the green man
The ponds where
Boys to bathe delight
The fields of cows by
Willians farm
Shine in Jerusalems
Pleasant sight
She walks upon our
Meadows green
The lamb of God
Walks by her side
And every English
Child is seen
Children of Jerusalem
And his bride